07 Thunder

Behind him, there was the sound of someone crushing fallen branches on the ground as they approached quickly. Mu Jiulang stood up, straightened his clothes, turned around and said with a confident expression: "You're late."

What responded to him was a sharp sword energy that was launched suddenly without warning, leaving a large wound on his abdomen five steps away.

Mu Jiulang's eyes widened in surprise, and he pressed hard on the wound on his abdomen. At the same time, he stared at the young man walking towards him in the heavy rain with vigilance, and said suspiciously: "Your martial arts method seems to be different from theirs."

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The young man said nothing, but raised his hand and unleashed another instant sword energy.

But this time Mu Jiulang was prepared. He turned the palm of his left hand into a sword, and while slashing, he shouted in a low voice: "Break it!"

Yu Yanzhi's sword energy was easily dispersed by him with a slash of his palm.

"That's all." Mu Jiulang muttered.

Yu Yanzhi stopped, and the sword in his hand suddenly began to stab continuously like meteors. If the previous two sword auras were sharp arrows shot from a single strong bow, then his sword aura now was as violent as a repeating crossbow.

Can't stop cumming.

"It's useless, it's useless, it's useless, it's useless! It's all in vain!" Mu Jiulang struck with both palms, dispelling the sword energy one by one. Then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Master, I finally did it! I finally did what you said.

The realm of..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and cast an evil glance at An Nianjiu who was lying on the ground: "Thanks to you for all this. If you hadn't been chasing me so hard, how could I have had such a chance?"

"What are you talking about?" Yu Yanzhi finally spoke his first words at this time.

Mu Jiulang tilted his head at him and said with a smile: "Is this woman your companion? Thanks to her, I finally mastered the martial arts taught by my master."

"Oh, so what?" Yu Yanzhi started to move forward.

"So?" Mu Jiulang felt the contempt in his words, and his anger suddenly showed, and he struck Yu Yanzhi with a palm: "Feel it for yourself!"

He aimed his palm at Yu Yanzhi's head, intending to kill him with one blow in order to achieve a quick victory. After all, although the magical skill was now complete, he was also seriously injured. Mu Jiulang hoped to leave as soon as possible to find a safe place.

A good place to rest.

Yu Yanzhi didn't seem to care about his sharp palm wind at all, and the long sword was pointed directly at his heart.

Mu Jiulang was immediately frightened. He was unwilling to engage in a lose-lose confrontation with Yu Yanzhi. What a joke, he finally got to this point. Even Liniang lost it in exchange for the opportunity he had now. As long as he gets through tonight safely, he can go to

In the end, Hai Kuo can fly fish as high as the sky and let birds fly. He is not willing to gamble his life with a young boy from Yunzhongjian!

Every time Mu Jiulang took a step back, Yu Yanzhi took another step forward, but no matter how fierce and dangerous Mu Jiulang's moves were, the sword in Yu Yanzhi's hand was always only for offense, not defense. There was no defense or parry, as if the swordsmanship he had learned was only for offense.

After dozens of moves, Yu Yanzhi already had several wounds of varying depths on his shoulders, arms, and even his waist and abdomen. At the cost of this, he received a stab wound on Mu Jiulang's chest, but that was not enough to kill Mu Jiulang.

life.

The reason for using such a radical approach was not because Yu Yanzhi looked down upon Mu Jiulang, nor was it because he had distracting thoughts about going back to help Gu Bing as soon as possible. On the contrary, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy and was focused on nothing else.

Precisely because he knew how terrifying Mu Jiulang was now, he completely gave up all defensive moves and chose to use various life-changing moves to force Mu Jiulang to take the initiative to withdraw his moves and return to defense.

Yu Yanzhi saw Mu Jiulang's obsession with surviving. It was this obsession that drove Mu Jiulang to take risks, but it was also this obsession that made him dare not risk his life at several critical moments when he fought with Yu Yanzhi.

The victory that should have been decided within ten moves was delayed again and again, turning into a competition of physical strength and will between two people. On average, Yu Yanzhi could trade three injuries for Mu Jiulang's one.

The blood drops fell on the bumpy and rain-sodden grass, and quickly spread out to form a light red ripple. Yu Yanzhi's sword hung diagonally at his side, and fine canine-like gaps were faintly visible on the sword.

The five fingers of Mu Jiulang's right hand were bright red, and there was blood between them when he had just left a wound on Yu Yanzhi's shoulder. He put his thumb into his mouth and sucked it, smiling evilly: "Can you still lift the sword?"

"Are you still bleeding?" Yu Yanzhi asked expressionlessly.

"What is Yunzhongjian fighting for? You, or that girl from before, why do you still put on a face that refuses to admit defeat when you know your efforts are in vain?"

Yu Yanzhi used his left hand to help his right hand grasp the hilt of the sword, and raised the sword in front of him in a preparatory posture for a thrust: "People like you will never understand."

Mu Jiulang raised his eyebrows: "Really? I know you have so-called faith, but what can faith bring you? Strength? I think you have the courage to die."

"How can you have strength without faith?" Yu Yanzhi said in a deep voice, "How can people who don't believe in justice practice justice... How can people who don't respect life protect life... How can I do this without the determination to kill you here?

Stand here!"

Mu Jiulang only thought these words were ridiculous. Faith gave Yunzhongjian power? What kind of nonsense is this...

"You don't know that I have lost a lot of important things just to come to you, so you don't understand my determination at this moment."

"Do you mean your dead companions?" Mu Jiulang smiled disapprovingly.

Yu Yanzhi took a step forward, drew his sword and was about to attack Mu Jiulang, when suddenly a thunder struck down from the air, and with a loud crack, a big tree behind him was struck into flames.

Broken tree branches burning with red flames fell from above, and the sharp branches swept across Yu Yanzhi's back, leaving several deep blood marks.

A broken wooden branch as thick as a finger pierced his shoulder, making his already injured right arm even heavier.

Mu Jiulang was briefly stunned by this unexpected scene, and then laughed uproariously. He pointed at Yu Yanzhi and shouted: "Even God is helping me! What can you do to practice your justice?"

Yu Yanzhi did not answer, nor did he care about the broken branch stuck on his shoulder. He held his breath and concentrated on circulating his Qi, quietly completing the transformation from wind veins to thunder veins.

Mu Jiulang noticed that the whirlpools of true energy that had appeared and disappeared on his sword and even around his body had disappeared. He thought he was too seriously injured and could no longer perform martial arts. However, the next moment he suddenly saw that the sword was almost broken.

An electric snake appeared on the unbearable sword.

Could it be that the lightning strike just now affected him? Mu Jiulang was a little confused about the situation for a moment. Seeing the thunder vein energy condensed on Yu Yanzhi's sword, he thought it was caused by the thunder just now.

At this time, he heard the self-deprecating laughter from the boy opposite.

"At first, I thought that I would sacrifice my life while you would cherish it, so I would definitely be able to defeat you. In fact, I had some scruples and couldn't let go." The lightning on Yu Yanzhi's sword became more and more intense, and the blade was shining on him at this moment.

Eyes with unparalleled determination.

Mu Jiulang was stunned, with a vague premonition, and even had the idea of ​​​​escape deep in his heart.

"I'm not sure about this sword. In the past, even if I deliberately controlled the strength during practice, I would still hurt myself if I wasn't careful. But this time, I don't plan to hold back, and I won't think about whether it will hurt or destroy myself.

No matter if you lose your wrist or even damage your heart..." Yu Yanzhi raised the corner of his mouth, "At any cost, nine deaths without regrets, this is the power of faith!"

Tongfengmen's Fuyao Sword·Sudden Thunder Flash!

In an instant, it was as if there were countless thunderbolts in the forest, and the dazzling lightning dazzled people's eyes. A large amount of blood spurted out from Mu Jiulang's mouth, but more blood came from underneath him.

Mu Jiulang's upper body and lower body had been separated, and they were more than ten steps away from each other. Yu Yanzhi fell further in front of the upper half of Mu Jiulang's body. The long sword in his hand was only a few inches above the hilt, and fragments of the blade were scattered on the ground.

behind.

After a moment, he used his left hand to hold up his almost broken body, looked back at Mu Jiulang's body, and then staggered towards Yuling City.

The sound of fighting in that direction stopped very early, before he even had a few moves with Mu Jiulang. However, he did not see Gu Bing come to help him afterwards, so Yu Yanzhi was already prepared for the result.

Gu Bing fell under a locust tree, with leaves knocked down by the wind and rain and locust flowers that looked like light yellow rice grains covering his body. His sword was inserted quietly aside.

The fatal wound was a knife that penetrated the chest. It was a clean cut, and the person who executed the knife did not hesitate.

Yu Yanzhi held his right arm and knelt down in front of Gu Bing, bowed his head and saluted him, then picked up the sword he left behind with his left hand and continued to Yuling. Yuan Junzuo was still waiting for him at the medical center in Yuling, but

It’s hard to say which of them will take care of whom more next...

The iron plates with the number printed on them in his arms were as hot as a soldering iron at this moment. The young man subconsciously touched them through his soaked clothes. He walked hard but did not stop.

In the forest in the distance, the rain fell wildly. An Nianjiu lay on the ground with her eyes open, blood flowing from the broken part of her right arm. She thought she was going to die. If someone passed by at this time, he would say

You might be able to smell the rotten corpse-like smell coming from your own body.

There were bursts of thunder in the distance, and the sound of fighting swords had been silent for some time, as if her life was about to pass away and return to the nine springs.

That's good, right... She closed her eyes and thought.

A pair of black boots stepped on the wet grass and stopped next to An Nianjiu. The tilted umbrella protected her from the rain.

Pain came from her shoulder, and the long sword nailed to her left shoulder was pulled out. The person who pulled the sword quickly sealed several acupoints around An Nianjiu's shoulder to stop her bleeding.

Then, a warm robe wrapped around her body, and she felt like she was being hugged.

"Sorry, I'm late." Rather than apologizing to An Nianjiu, he seemed to be mumbling to himself.

"The Lord of the End..."

"You are still very young. People like you shouldn't die here like this. It would be a pity." Zhong Lingqi looked at her with pity.

People like me... She felt bitter in her heart, and her consciousness was struggling on the edge of dissipation. She asked infatuatedly: "The Lord of Final Ferry saved me...does he want to accept the rest of my life in the name of Wangchuan?"

She didn't hear Zhong Lingqi's answer because after asking that question, she lost consciousness.
Chapter completed!